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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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I kinda love Soest for its maddening little traits – its charm and annoying perfection. You can’t help but notice every rain-soaked cobblestone, every creaky door, every lost argument about who forgot to water the plants in the park. It all adds up to a slice of life that's as honest as it is infuriating.

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